You know
it is very hard for me
to feel
yet
I feel
the separation
I feel
the weight of the miseries of the world
My eyes
witness the injustices
but
My tongue is still
Oh, for my pen to be read

The tears roll down my cheeks
while I am alone
I was raised to be a stone
Somehow these emotions
peek though the cracks
I know that the moon shimmers on the waters
and the sweet fragrances of the rose exist
but they are for someone else

An innocent bystander executing a crime
blinded by my closed eyes
hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
like my money says
in God we trust
all I have is my trust in God
whom ever that might be